I went down to a political rally last night. Not to stand inside and cheer, but to stand outside in support of Senate candidate Ken Buck. I only went because a coworker told me that Move On morons would be there so the conservatives needed a big crowd.
As much as I talk about it, I hate politics, so I avoid political rallies. Joe the Plumber was there, and Ken Buck was speaking as well, but I had no interest. Only the prospect of lefty protesters moved me to go.
I put on my street fighting clothes, to include my Mossy Oak hunting boots in case I needed to stomp some communist protester ass, but also light enough I can run pretty fast in them as well (It's not against the law to run when you hear sirens approaching from the distance).
The Tea Party Demographic was about 45 years younger than the lefty protesters
Anyway, it was all a big disappointment. The protesters were all in their 60's at least, shouting about how Ken Buck is owned by the corporations. They were handing out "Bucks" with Ken's picture on them. I got a rousing cheer from my side when I waved one in the air and shouted "These will be worth more than the real thing by the time Obama gets done printing money!" But that was the only highlight.
I did have a nice, civilized discussion with the gentleman handing out the bucks. He conceded that Democrat Michael Bennett was also owned by the corporations, "they all are," he sighed. Maybe that's why I'm not big on political rallies. I'd rather have a reasoned back and forth than all the screaming and chanting and shouting through bullhorns.
Life is Beautiful, Politics Isn't
As I said before, I hate politics. I hate that we have to talk about it so much and that it dominates so much of our time. Life is full of so many wonderful things, and here we are wrapped around the axle over what a bunch of irresponsible statists are doing in the District of Criminals.
I'd rather be fishing, hunting, playing fiddle or guitar, spending time with the kids, all things I do now, but we have this huge shadow hanging over us all the time. I hate all the shouting and anger and polarization and politicization of everything. My wife has fox news on every night when I come home and I can't stand to hear it. My values may be conservative, my politics libertarian and my neck red, but I am a peace and love hippie at heart.
If I had known the Move On protesters would be old people, I would have brought my guitar and harmonicas and played some Neil Young for them. Maybe it would have made them happy. I know it would have made me happy...
